boots on the street
... observing and documenting the human condition ...
Ask me anything
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hey joe … wait for me so i can take your picture
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the wake
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life doesn’t quit
Everyone needs to walk through a barrio, ghetto or shanty town once in their lifetime … if only to find out just how single-minded life is in its purposeful quest for renewal.
There is no way one can romanticize the mental and physical stresses of living in such conditions. No person or animal would choose to live in poverty-stricken neighborhoods if given the choice for something better.
But in such neighborhoods there is little time for despair. Mostly, there is a getting on with things.
Green plants, children and newborn animals claw their way through the discolored cement that seeks to root them to a place where they were born through no choice of their own.
With yellow and purple flowers, striped coats, effervescent smiles and laughter, life strikes back.
Life under the sun maybe hard … but we are made of hardy stuff.
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human graffiti
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fishwives
On my random walks through the neighborhood, my path frequently intersects with these hard-working ladies. Every morning at about 5am they start on their route with buckets of fish in tow. Rain or shine they go from street to street delivering their catch of the day.
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